Her
I loved her from the moment we first met, I knew then I wanted to spend enternity with her .
My world couldnt exist with out her she is my very breath, my pulse, my heart.
Never in a thousand life times could I begin to explain what she means to me .
Now I just need to find her.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Razor Blade | 5 | 04/06/2010 |
| Greetings | 1 | 04/06/2010 |
| Amanda's | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Obsticles | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Masters | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Pain | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Mistaken | 1 | 04/06/2010 |
| I saw her tonight | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Take a walk | 1 | 04/06/2010 |
| Love | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Broken | 1 | 04/06/2010 |
| Death | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Her | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Never look back | 1 | 04/06/2010 |
| Love is a rose | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| I am that guy | 1 | 04/06/2010 |
| Do you know who I am ? | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Waiting | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Where have you gone? | 1 | 04/06/2010 |
| Alone, Empty | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Hands | 0 | 04/06/2010 |
| Handprint | 1 | 04/06/2010 |
| Where life begins...agai n |
1 | 04/01/2010 |
| True Love | 2 | 04/01/2010 |
| The reason for the rain | 1 | 04/01/2010 |
| Stone Garden | 1 | 04/01/2010 |
| Resurrection | 0 | 04/01/2010 |
| Mi Amor Especial. | 1 | 04/01/2010 |
| Ancient Language | 1 | 04/01/2010 |
| Dating | 1 | 04/01/2010 |
| Untitled | 0 | 04/01/2010 |
| Ascent from Perdition | 1 | 04/01/2010 |
| Dance with the Moon | 5 | 04/01/2010 |
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